How could this have happened?
She lays on my bed deeply wounded
She's taking steady breaths
Death almost seems inevidable in her futrure
I tried to call 911 she said it wouldnt help
The bookshelf is what she pointed at
I told her I didnt understand and she simply laughed
She said "I want you to read your poetry to me
Pick any poem you want I'm not very choosey"
I asked her for her name
She said, "Most people use it in vain"
I asked where she got shot
She said, "I got gunned down on writers block"
So I opened my book and started reading
She continued bleeding
I looked up to find her looking at me for no reason
I don't think I know her but I love her dearly
I feel a passionate vibe from her just being near me
I looked and asked her for her name again
She said, " Thats not important but I was your first love and friend
She tried to say something but shes just too weak
Speaking is not an option.....
My cheeks felt wet they were leaking
She wispered, "Don't cry when I die
I'll live through you"
The tears couldn't stop coming through my eyes
I felt like I was dyomg too
I was holding her hand standing on my knees
I asked for her name she said, "Poetry"
And rested in peace
Author notes
I havent wrote a narritve poem in a while. Just seeing if i could still do it.
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Comments
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Very interesting, It tends to paint a picture in your mind. It seems as though you still do a good job
Nicky -
wow this is sooooo good it almost makes me want to cry but i wont cause its good in the end!!!! great job!!
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I really loved this. It was tragic, but sweet in a dark way. Thanks for wanting to join my AP family. Just message me, and let me know what member you'd like to be.
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